Falling

The way the moon falls asleep on your skin tonight

The way your lips grab ahold of me

And I keep feeling the heat of a thousand eyes

But you're the only one I see

Oh no, oh no I'm falling girl

Oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no I'm falling girl

Oh I'm falling and I can't be the only one

You and whiskey taste the same sometimes

Like that sweet old southern rye

And I get drunk off of everything you say

And I get high from your lies

Oh no, oh no I'm falling girl

Oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no I'm falling girl

Oh I'm falling and I can't be the only one

Oh!

Oh no, oh no I'm falling girl

Oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no I'm falling girl

Oh I'm falling and I can't be the only one

Oh no, oh no I'm falling girl

Oh no, oh no